Three monkeys sat in a coconut tree
Discussing things as they're said to be;
Said one to the others, now listen, you two,
There's a certain rumor that can't be true:
That man descended from our noble race,
The very idea is a disgrace!

No monkey ever deserted his wife -
Starved her babies and ruined her life;
And you've never known a mother monk
To leave her babies with others to bunk,
Or pass them on from one to another,
'Til they scarely know who is their mother.

And another thing you'll never see;
A monk build a fence 'round a coconut tree
And let the coconuts go to waste,
Forbidding all other monks to taste.
Why, if I put a fence around a tree,
Starvation would force you to steal from me.

Her's another thing a monk won't do;
Go out at night ad get on a stew,
Or use a gun or club or knife
To take some other monkey's life.

Yes, man descended, the onery cuss;
But, brother, he didn't descend from us!